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They whisper that he has no heart. Softer still; that he cut hers out. In the Spring air, she listens and hides her smile, sips her pomegranate martini and remembers how she forced open his ribcage to count the roses blooming there, when he’d dared her to cheat death.
1 comment on PERSEPHONE + HADES
blitheghosts May 16, 2020
i really love this
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